BOOM with Gucci Mane & Sevenn

[Intro] Rippa on the beat, bitch Ayy, my sister right here Ayy, Kita, what we tell them hoes? Ayy, ayy, hey DJ Swift on the track [Verse 1] You ain't gotta love me, baby, what I tell hoes Go to trippin', I'ma buy me some Chanel, ho Then I'ma rock this shit in front you on a sailboat Hit the 'Gram, go to flexin' from a cellphone Independent big girl and she got her own apartment Every night she set the mood and she don't like to argue A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama A lot of bad bitches still livin' with they mama I do it, I stick it, I stick it, I do it Suppressor, I'm pressure, but this is an Uzi I fuck with lil' Britney and shout out lil' Scooby It's up there, I'm ign'ant, stop talkin', let's do it Word around town, I'm with another nigga bitch Gotta be a lie, I'm busy dealin' with my kids You love your ho then cuff her, fuck what other niggas think Her bootyhole retarded, pussy good, her mouth the same She know that we beefin' and she started runnin' game She know we ain't speaking, can't get caught up in her ways Squash her from behind, got her hollerin', that's on gang Slap her nine times, royal ride, what you think? Said free my nigga Malucci, white toe, headband, it's Gucci Before they started twerking they used to pop the coochie Before you started rapping, you weren't gangster, you was pussy You know you scared, uh, hold up, there go OG Boobie I'm runnin' the bread up, I got Huli right here coolin' Controlling me, yeah love, I got shooters who got shooters Exposing a real nigga, that's some shit that we not doin' We hide the flaws of our brother, go ask Ralo how we movin' OG Ken drop me off, I just jump out and go stupid One way, the dumb way, I think y'all know how we do it I'm paying luxury tax, you know, yeah, I can't relax I'm on the phone with Gucci Mane, "Gato, vato need you in the back" I'm in the building, we can relax Baby come near me, Dreka be strapped We got some children, they gon' be strapped Say you wan' kill me, nigga, what's happ'? I got the Urkel goggles on, I've been flexing on my phone Hold up, nigga, watch your tone, what the fuck is you on? Big boom from the shoulder, big boom with some chrome Dude thought he was in power, got removed from his throne Bitch, I'm pressure on my end, I'm pressure on my end I'm pressure on my end, I'm pressure on my end Bitch, I'm pressure on my end, I'm pressure on my end Bitch, I'm pressure on my end, I'm pressure on my end I forgot what I was saying, retarded, when I walk in the room You can't tell I'm ready to die, man? What's happening with you? Rockin' a shirt with a collar, I got it, we up I feel like you wasted my time and we up Jump in your shit, got a problem, what's up? You think I don't got it, I'm 'bout it, what's up? You know how I'm rockin', you know I don't bluff Walkin' you down, I'll stand in your guts I do not care if my brother cut up Meant to say public, it must be the crush [Interlude] Anybody that knows me, if you've ever been around me Or ever had the opportunity to be blessed to be in my presence I'm upright, independent, and fearless at all times I don't engage in no bullshit I mean, unless it's with my lil' team You know, other than that, you know All relationships are circumstantial to me I'm pressure [Verse 2] Jump in the dashboard, I'm thuggin', I'm playin' Rover I still was sufferin' internally whenever you came over You told me whatever decision I make that we would remain closer But you kinda changed over, just try to remain sober Kick dirt on my name, I maintain, then I stay focused They get on Instagram and take shots at me, thinkin' I ain't noticed I got a thing on top my neck, it got a brain on it (It do) I got a thing inside my chest, it got some stains on it (I do) I hit the shower, go work out, and I don't think on it You draw your sword, get met with force, you can bank on it I'm Uptown in a Porsche, got my name on it On South 12th, but of course, got my name on it On Carolina and on Alice, got my name on it Go ask Lil Derrick on Saint Joseph, got my name on it Pressure on my end, now it's time to wild out We don't do no drive-bys, we spin through and we hop out (Jump straight out and run them bitches, all...)